Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

Gin has never been short of helpers.

And Lancer doesn't know how much strength he has hidden.

He thought he was just another member who emerged from some corner of the organization, so he didn't take it to heart.

It wasn't until his fever subsided the next day that he insisted on going to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

Gin touched his forehead with her palm and dismissed his request to take a shower.

"The high fever has just subsided. I don't recommend that you commit suicide."

"But I feel like I'm going to stink..."

Lancer picked up the collar of his pajamas and smelled it, frowning, with a look of disgust on his sickly pale face.

"Don't worry about this."

The man behind him showed his straight male nature, holding a cigarette in his mouth and said: "Anyway, no one will get too close to you except me, and no one will smell your scent."

Lancer: "..."

What he said made sense, but I still had the urge to kill him.

[System: ...You don’t know how to take it, so let me do it. Another meaning of his words is that I will not let anyone else get close to you except me - thank you host for the sweets, kswl! 】

Lancer is silent

It's so hard to drink.

He changed out of his pajamas, put on some comfortable sportswear and followed Gin out.

Under normal circumstances, hotel breakfast will be delivered to the suite room. However, I heard that this hotel provided a buffet breakfast, and Lancer wanted to do some exercise. After eating and drinking, he went back to the room to catch up on his sleep.

I just didn't expect that this morning was destined to be uneventful.

There were not many people sitting in the high-end hotel restaurant. Lancer was wearing a mask when he arrived. His eyes swept past several empty tables by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and finally settled on a table where acquaintances gathered.

He raised his hand to push Gin and said, "You go get the food, I'll go and sit down first."

But Gin just put his hand on his shoulder and led him to sit down at the table next to Vodka's.

Vodka, the errand boy, was very discerning in delivering food to Gin, which made Lancer sigh.

"As expected of being the boss, it's great to have a younger brother!"

Lancer held his cheek and said weakly, his voice sounding weak.

This happened to be heard by Vodka, who complained to him: "It's not just a day or two that you treat me like your little brother."

Lancer clicked his tongue, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Gin's big hand easily pick up the edge of a bowl and place it firmly in front of him.

"Eat, stop talking nonsense."

Gin seemed to have no appetite, so he lit a cigarette for himself.

"A patient should act like a patient and be quiet."

Lancer snorted, picked up the spoon and stirred the porridge.

The seafood porridge in the bowl exudes a rich aroma, and even the white porridge will make people want to eat. But Lancer really didn't have any appetite, so he kept picking at the edge of the bowl and looking at his phone boredly.

After calling Haiyuan Ai last night, the phone had been thrown aside and she had forgotten to charge it.

Looking at the remaining 20% ​​of the battery, Lancer drooped his eyelids, turned off the few pop-up news, and then began to concentrate on eating.

Not long after, Pomaro, who was at the table behind, came over with his cell phone and whispered something to Gin. Gin immediately picked up the cell phone and walked out of the restaurant to answer the call.

While Lancer was looking at the scenery outside, Pomaro, who had nothing to do, suddenly sat across from him and said something very incomprehensible.

"You are so laid-back! Master Lancer."

Hearing this, Lancer threw the spoon into the porridge bowl, picked up the napkin at hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, and replied expressionlessly: "What do you want to say?"

"Hehehe." The woman's laughter sounded sinister.

There seemed to be a bit of schadenfreude that eagerly wanted to see his joke.

She asked tactfully: "Do you know what Gin bought from the trading reception last night?"

Trading reception...warehouse...

Thinking of his discovery, Lancer's eyelids suddenly jumped heavily, and he pretended to be calm and said: "Did he bring a woman back?"

Pomaro put his finger against his lips, looking like he was thinking seriously, then smiled after a few seconds.

"Not!"

Alarm bells blared in Lancer's head.

This woman had always treated him with disdain, and could even be said to treat him as a love rival. But now that she was smiling so brightly, it was obvious that the situation was far worse than Lancer imagined.

"What on earth is it?" Lancer deliberately made himself look less anxious, but the slight frown revealed his inner feelings at the moment.

At this time, Pomaro was no less annoying in his eyes than Belmod.

The woman raised her slender fingers to her lips and gave him a mysterious wink.

"You'll understand when you see it."

Lancer felt very unhappy because she was so pushy. Just when Lancer was too lazy to play charades with her and was about to ask Camus at the other table, Pomaro suddenly called out and chuckled: "Here you go! Go by yourself. Let's see."

Lancer paused, then turned his head towards the door of the restaurant.

I saw Bomore yawning, followed by a young man who just touched his shoulder.

The young man looked about the same age as Lancer, with short silver-grey hair that was neatly styled, and his black eyes were a little dazed and dull, and he looked a little afraid of life.

His limbs are very flexible and his walking steps are very light. It can be seen that he has been deliberately trained.

The first time he saw him, Lancer felt as if his head had been hit hard by someone. There was a long buzzing sound in his head and ears, and a dark dizziness hit him. Attack.

Lancer stood up suddenly, trying to take a closer look.

At this time, Gin walked in from outside the restaurant. He had just finished making a call and was still holding the phone in his hand to hand it back to Pomaro.

But after seeing Gin, the boy rushed towards him without thinking. In front of everyone in the restaurant, he hugged Gin's waist and buried his face in the man's arms. inside.

Lancer: "!!!"

[System: WTF? What kind of development is this? ! 】

Perhaps feeling guilty, Gin subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at Lancer.

Lancer's eyes were as cold as ice and as sharp as a knife, and his slightly raised chin declared his arrogance that he would never give in.

He stared hard at Gin, his eyes wandering between the man and the young man several times, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and left the table, intending to find trouble with the guy.

But just before he got close, Vodka hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and lowered his voice and said to Lancer: "Master Lancer, stay here for now. That kid is not easy to mess with. He was let go at the trade fair last night." There was a sudden riot when he came out, and it took my eldest brother a long time to calm him down..."

"Appease?" Lancer's voice was cold, and his voice suddenly rose. "You mean, when I had to stay in the car to rest because I was sick, he comforted a guy who looked like me for a long time?!"

"..."